"I don't know yet, but I will come some time," answered the Good Wolf. "I am glad I happened to be at the edge of the forest this morning. There is some pleasure in taking a boy like you, who is
a blessing and a privilege, to a Snow Feast. Now I must go."
Once he shook himself, twice he shook himself, three times he shook himself, and he was a wolf again.
"Good-bye," he said, "until we meet again." And off he trotted.
Barty went back to his house dragging his red sled after him and thinking about things, until his cheeks were as red as his coat.
His mother was very busy making bread, but when she saw him she was so surprised that she stopped kneading her dough.
